The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

What's here is just residue.

However, they went through so much together, faced the apostles together, pursued the Lord of the Mist together, walked the path of the King again together, and even raised the spear of god-slaying against another true god.

They have persevered through this, sharing hardships together until now. They believe that hell is nothing more than this, and that everything will end once the Lord of the Mist is killed.

I will forever resist the void together with my father, who is at the end of the subspace, and Xue's Law will have a bright and glorious second half of his life, becoming the person he once was.

Even before this, He thought it was finally over, that we had finally completed the task of this generation.

My brother, if I still have the chance to leave a human clone in the real universe, I will wait for you to die of old age. Then we will clean up the warp together, just like Hassan did.

Or perhaps you'll keep watching me until I'm completely devoid of humanity...

And now, Xue's Law is dead.

He didn't know why Xue's law died like that.

He could only cling to this last remnant of his soul, determined to bring it back no matter what.

"Strip!"

The words of the Creator God resounded, and the next moment, the Mimic King was stunned, because he found himself standing in the void, the fragment of Xue's Law in his hand was not with him, and in front of him was the battlefield between the God of Order and the God of Creation.

At that moment, He realized it, and immediately, the Mimic King became completely hysterical.

This was the first time the Creator God had used the power of stripping away in this great battle.

The object being stripped away was the God of Order.

However, the God of Creation could not have foreseen that His authority to strip away beings could not be applied to those of higher status than Him. Therefore, He could not strip away the God of Order. Thus, the authority that could be stripped away could only extend downwards to strip away the humanity of the pseudo-King!

But He did not know that when the last Mimic King's humanity disappeared, at that moment, the God of Order completely ascended and became a true god!

"Impossible! I want to be reunited with my family too!" The God of Creation cried out with the most twisted obsession.

That obsession called "Lord of the Mist," that obsession and madness spanning four billion years, that chaotic core composed of sorrow, longing, and resentment.

Within this insane and twisted obsession, He was about to unleash His strongest power to shatter the barrier of subspace.

"Daughter..." A voice suddenly rang out; it was Ishan's voice.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

The grayish-white mist trembled violently, and then, a miracle occurred.

The mist began to shrink and condense, gradually outlining a blurry human figure. It was Ishan, and Fugger, who was being led by Ishan. The father and daughter looked at the monster born from obsession. At this moment, there was no scolding or reprimand, but they said gently, "Daughter, we're back."

Amidst the swirling mist, deep within the realm of the Creator God, a figure slowly took shape. She resembled the young Fug, except that she possessed a more human aesthetic, with a pair of pointed, elf-like ears beside her head, and the childish amulet bearing the inscription "Honored King" still adorning her chest. She stared blankly at the figure opposite her.

She reached out her hand, and this being, composed of sorrow, longing, and resentment, seemed to give up all resistance at this moment. Like a little girl waiting for her loved ones, she threw herself into the man's arms and said, "Daddy, sister, welcome home!"

Then, both Issan and Fogg embraced her.

“Yes, welcome home, Mist.” Ishan smiled, and the whole world seemed to become “home.” They embraced each other, and the 40 billion years of waiting and separation were all transformed into this final joy and illusion.

"Welcome home, sister."

"Ok!"

The white light engulfed everything.

The last creator god offered no resistance and was instantly engulfed by the light of order, without a sound or any disturbance.

Even if the mimicking king was hysterical, it couldn't make the slightest sound in the white light.

The white light contracted to a singularity and then diffused silently.

The entire battlefield, including all the remains of the new gods, the remains of the apostles, the warp rifts, and the monsters of nothingness, all turned to pure white in the white light. When the light faded, only an absolutely flat, absolutely empty, and absolutely tranquil warp remained.

On that subspace barrier, a rough clay amulet and a small silver-blue flower seem to be silently telling a story spanning four billion years.

Chapter 522 Epilogue, Six Roots of Destiny

As the sun sets, everything is over.

All the apostles, except for Chaos, who was stripped of his apostle status, died.

The Lord of the Mist has been observed to be completely dead.

The Starfleet suffered the following casualties: 3 squad leaders, 18 vice-leaders, 4856 combat personnel, 8973 logistics personnel, and 1 leader.

The subspace barrier was observed to be intact. Ultimately, the Lord of the Mist failed to destroy the subspace barrier, nor was any trace of the evil god discovered.

From now on, there will be no more apostles in the universe, no more apostle calamities. They have achieved final victory, despite paying a heavy price and making great sacrifices.

From this day forward, future generations will no longer need to look up to the gods.

From this moment on, a new era began, historically known as the Age of Order.

……

Earth, at Xue's Law Home.

It was late at night, and the little girls had already fallen asleep on the dining table.

They waited for their family to return. The sumptuous dishes on the table had gone cold, untouched by their chopsticks, simply because their loved one had promised to come back today.

"dad……"

He was muttering softly, as if he were having a nightmare.

The aunt simply sighed and waited anxiously.

Yes, there's nothing they can do but wait.

Waiting for Xue's Law, then going home.

……

The world has entered a new era. From this day forward, there will be no more apostle calamities, and no more rampages by the divine tree.

The power of order seemed to extend throughout the entire universe, as if it were another sublimation, or the beginning of a new era.

The remnants of the former apostles suffered unimaginable retribution, completely stunned by the heavy blows. Now they can only hide like rats in a gutter, desperately praying to God in their hearts for redemption.

However, forgiving them is God's business; all the Starfleet has to do is send these remnants to meet their gods.

Meanwhile, the King of the Starfleet returned, the Mimic King, but now he was very silent, like a rusty spring. In that hell, he had lost everything, lost the most important person to him until now.

"I need to find Ah Xue..."

"No matter the cost, no matter the action, no matter the sacrifice, all costs are for the sake of success. For him, I must do this..."

"Xue Dinglu, wait for me, wait for me to take you home..."

Meanwhile, whispers seemed to be heard in various places.

"Dad, wait for me to come home..."

"Xue Dinglu, I will take you home..."

"Ah Xue, can you let me find you...?"

"My lord, I will find you..."

The soft murmurs seemed like a cycle of reincarnation.

……

Deep within the subspace, in a region where no one could survive, an extremely distorted mask appeared. It seemed to have been formed from the crack between the deepest obsession and the most nihilistic joke; it was a clown-like mask.

From any angle, it looks like an impeccable smiling face, as if it's smiling all the time.

"Aha! Let me see how this story ends..."

"Buhou! It's a failed project!"

"How could there be such a terrible story? They clearly gave it their all, but this is the ending! A complete disaster! A total disaster! There's no joy or fun at all!"

"Boring! I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Damn it, Hakishige! Why are you so eager to die? I can't stop you no matter what I do! I don't want to see this! I don't want to see this frog! I want to see Hakishige Muzan, Muzan! Guh, yeah!"

"But Xue Lude is already dead. With the two gods obliterating even the Great Dao, his remnants will be torn apart and completely destroyed by the two gods. The Knight of the End can only go to the end in the end."

"No, no, no like this! Without Xue's Law being ultimately humiliated by Ji Tou Si, without Xue's Law being utterly miserable, without Xue's Law enduring ten thousand times the humiliation and pain, without the despair of having to think about the milk powder money for hundreds of children every day when he opens his eyes, this is too boring, and it's too badly ending!"

"I don't like tragedies, I want fun, I want comedy! The world should be full of laughter, the universe should be full of laughter. It is because there is life that there is laughter, otherwise this is a bad ending, and the tragedy of Ishan and the Lord of the Mist will continue to repeat itself like a cycle."

"This is so boring and unprofessional. Are they just going to reskin and copy the experiences of the new boss?"

"No, no! Start over! I want to start over!"

This bizarre, distorted mask seemed to be schizophrenic, constantly talking to itself, as if its left and right hemispheres were fighting each other.

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to create a world full of fun, starting with 'The Great Reversal: The Resurrection of Xue's Law,' a grand serialization!"

"I'm going to retrieve the spiritual particles of Xue's Law from the unclaimed authority of creation and the ordered authority of order. Don't worry about whether I have this ability. I'll tell you, what I want to do, even the King can't stop me. I'm telling you."

"So you're going to resurrect like this? As a conceptual god, as long as you haven't been completely swallowed by nothingness, you should be able to resurrect anyone, right?"

"How could that be? That would be too boring. I'm going to hide the six roots of Xue's Law in every corner of the universe, and then use various methods to notify those who want to revive Xue's Law, making them the chosen ones and doing their best to collect the six roots of Xue's Law."

"In this journey of destiny, they may become enemies or friends, and after overcoming numerous hardships, they will finally collect the six roots of Hakishi!"

"And then Lao Xue won the revival match?"

"This is so boring. Let me tell you, you should do this: have the person who is most enthusiastic and most eager to resurrect Lao Xue shout this in front of the entire universe. I will broadcast this live to the whole world, in front of all living beings in the universe..."

"Rise, my love!"

"Ta-da! Lao Xuetangtang is back to life!"

"Wow, and then what? And then what?"

"Then, the ultimate insult, Hime-head four, Haki-shi's tragic fate, my 108 wives, the punishment that is ten thousand times more painful is you, I'm doomed, I'm surrounded by Hime-heads, it's not like this in the gada-gi-mu-li, my tragic Shura field, as the principal, I suffer humiliation every day... etc., a dignified serialization!"

"Then you really are a devil."

"You flatter me!"

"When will it start?"

"Now is the time! The Six Destined Ones Collection Competition officially begins! All eyes are on me, look at me, look at me..."